To the editors: The story below contains italic and bold formatting - sometimes both together - which should be preserved within the completed story. I have highlighted the affected words, phrases and symbols in red to make them easier to find. A series of five centered asterisks seperates the story into "sections", and this division should also be preserved...
- Story 3 -- Reflecting We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are. - Anais Nin ***** "So you're all set?" he asked casually, as we stood inside the entrance to Blackheath Station. Refusing to meet his gaze, I scanned the display for the next London-bound train. Platform two, fifteen minutes. Stepping away from him slightly, I answered wit...
Patricia Allen, the matriarch of the Allen family, gently caressed her husband Mark's cock. Just moments before his cock pounded her ass in the exact way she loved. The feel of a hard cock sliding deep into her asshole always sent her over the edge. Feeling his cum ooze from her was another secret pleasure of hers. "When are you going to see her again?" Pat...
For K, with appreciation. Driver 7 Outside the Café, I kissed her deeply and put her in a taxi, with an invitation to meet here again for the night. It was a little after noon, and she was free to return to her life. I did not know if she would come back tonight, I had not instructed her to come, just invited her. Tuesday afternoon was a magic time for m...
I'd neither seen nor heard from him in over a week. Good grief, was I pining for a Vampire? The word still did not come easily; I had been over it time and again, but still could not speak it. It was not my imagination, sex that good had to be real. The after effects were not imaginary either; those tiny twin brands on my neck had barely healed and were stil...
Hi, I'm Carrie. Yes, that girl here with the short blonde hair and the suicide blue eyes. Next to me my black boyfriend Rob. I love him, really, and that means a lot of funny bullshit is happening whenever we're together. He looks so cute uncertain and seriously, and sometimes he can be, really, but in bed he's "Police Officer Rob Nash" with a wonderful dirt...
They had been partying since about 6:30 with a group of friends. It was one of the spontaneous margarita parties that spiced up the long, cold nights of winter in a summer resort town. The tourists were long gone and the year-rounders had the place to themselves. Although they all knew they needed the tourists to survive, they loved the peace and quiet of th...
At 47 years old, I thought that I knew everything there was to know about sex and pleasure, giving and receiving. But, as I was to learn during one early spring evening in Cleveland, I really didn't know anything at all. I had just completed the last day of a four day business meeting and had wandered into my hotel room thinking about packing my bags for th...
"Goodnight, Akela." "Goodnight, Timmy." Returning the cheery wave the cub gave her as he climbed into his mum's Volvo, Millicent Darby pulled the door shut, and turned the key in the lock. The scout hut lay nestled in the woods, but a dirt access road had been put through to allow the parents to collect their children. Millicent watched the rear lights of...
To the literary purists – As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. To everyone...